All language subtitles for Masters.of.Sex.[S04E05].XviD.Amedia.[qqss44]_eng

Previously on Masters of Sex...

As soon as the mic picks up
people talking,

the tape recorders in my office
start recording.

I can't imagine any new hire
agreeing to be listened in on.

If we had tape recorders
in this office two months ago,

we wouldn't be staring down
the barrel of criminal charges.

The charges are pandering
and prostitution.

But my job at Little Brown
is on the line

with this new book as well.

You're sure Virginia understood
to bring a date?

She wouldn't have said yes
if she were still mad

about us hiding
that we're married.

It's a fucking key party
with coats.

Who does this belong to?

- All right!
- Whoo!

If you think
that we're going to bed,

you're insane.

I think the damage is done
whether we mess around or not.

I just got back
from the doctor.

I'm pregnant.

My girlfriend's parents
are in town.

Are you the carpool buddy
or the office colleague?

Next-door neighbor.

I want you to do something
for me

for the sole purpose
of giving me pleasure.

[moaning]

Let's not make too much of it.

Let's not make too little.

And bosses shouldn't sleep
with their employees.

It happens.

Maybe he's the guy for you,
Virginia.

Oh.

♪ sultry music ♪

♪♪♪

I thought she was
being cagey in her intake,

but Virginia disagrees.

She wants to first rule out
any physiological issues.

Was Virginia like that
the other night?

What are you talking about?

I know how much you like
take charge women.

What?

Was she the boss in bed, too?

- Nance, come on.
- I'm curious.

What about the rule?
We don't share specifics.

I think this warrants
an exception, don't you?

The woman's
a world renowned sex expert.

Maybe I could, uh,
could learn a thing or two.

Well...

she's an attentive lover.

Attentive--

[click]

I can always tell
it's you heading this way.

You walk with purpose.

Did something happen?

Your wife seems to think so.

I'm, uh, "an attentive lover"?

W--where did you hear that?

Does it matter
where I heard it, Art?

It was a swingers' party.

She saw us go
into a bedroom together

a-and she knows
you stayed till morning.

And yet I vividly remember
telling you

that you needed to be honest
with your wife

about what did not happen
between us.

She just assumed.

She didn't just assume.
You confirmed it.

She wouldn't think any
less of you, Virginia.

In fact, quite the contrary.

No, it's you that she would
think less of, isn't it,

if we didn't have sex?

Sounds like your problem
to deal with

with your wife.

Is this about Bill?

You shared some pretty intimate
truths with me that night.

I-I think it's...

I think it's safe
to assume that the man--

Oh, it's not safe
to assume anything.

But something happened
between you and Bill--

a rupture of some sort--

and you're worried if he thinks
you and I slept together--

Are you familiar with the
concept of a stand-off, Art?

Essentially,
it's two people holding guns

at each other's heads.

There may be things
that you think that you know

about my private life, certain
assumptions that you've made,

and there certainly are things
that I know about yours,

things, that if I chose
to tell your wife,

would devastate your marriage.

But I don't want
to have to do that.

Besides, you're an asset
to the clinic.

We would hate to lose you.

I'll...talk to Nancy.

♪ lightly edgy music ♪

♪♪♪

I'm sitting there in my car,
right?

Fifteen minutes
till Sheryl's shift ends.

And all I see is that red neon
sign across the street,

flashing that word: "cocktails."

Start doin' the math.

Is there enough time
for me to knock one back

before Sheryl punches out?

Will she smell the booze?

Then I think
how it took me 20 years

to get 20 days of sobriety,
and...

seems like
it's too much to give up.

Thanks for listening.

[applause]

Thank you, Jerry.

Tonight, someone in the group
is here for his last meeting.

Congratulations, Bill.

90 meetings in 90 days--
that's no small feat.

Now, traditionally,
before a person leaves us,

they take this time to tell the
group something they've learned

or something
they'd like to share.

Good luck...to you all.

[group murmuring]

Good night and good luck.

You're a regular Edward Morrow.

What was I gonna say?

I never belonged here.

Well, you made that
very clear,

sitting there
checking your watch,

letting us all know
that we're wasting your time.

I'm sorry.
I genuinely am.

I wish I had time to worry

about Jerry
and the cocktail bar,

but I got other problems.

Like?

Like a trial
that starts tomorrow.

I-I'm not fighting
some parking ticket here.

I'm fighting
to preserve my reputation,

my clinic,

all the people
I employ there.

I mean, if these trumped up
charges stick--

Trumped up, huh?
So, I'm guessing

you had nothing to do
with bringing it on yourself.

Is that right?

Can we not?

I need to win this court case

so I can clear away the mess
of my life

and start fresh.

Well, my cab is waiting,

so if you wouldn't mind
signing my form.

[sighs]

- Are you married?
- I was married for 26 years.

Now I'm divorced.

Potential Juror number 11,
before your divorce,

did you and your husband
ever seek

any kind of counseling
or therapy?

Yes, we did.

Have you ever heard
of the defendants?

Only that they wrote
a smutty book.

♪ dramatic notes ♪

Your honor, the defense moves
to dismiss Juror number 11

"for cause."

I haven't read the book,

but I did read
their excellent paper

on "Sex and the Aging Female"
last year.

Your Honor,
the prosecution moves

to dismiss potential Juror
number 22 "for cause."

Do you have strong opinions
about people who engage

in sexual activities beyond the
standard missionary position?

How do you feel about a woman
who marries someone

for financial support?

- Do you believe in evolution?
- What is your opinion

of people who have sex
outside of marriage?

If you were the last hold-out
on the jury,

but you believed the defendants
to be innocent...

And if I prove my case
beyond a reasonable doubt...

...would you surrender
your beliefs,

or would you hold fast?

...what will your verdict be?

- Guilty.
- Guilty.

Guilty.

We shouldn't
have gone with the man

in the sweater vest--
that was a mistake.

How many juries have
you picked, Bill?

Because I've picked plenty.
And every time

you tug on my sleeve
or whisper in my ear,

all you do is signal
to the courtroom

that you don't trust
your lawyer.

I didn't mean to
undermine you.

What I don't understand is

why we aren't talking
about settling.

If there are no guarantees,
why roll the dice?

Settling makes the most sense.

You want to plead guilty
to sexual deviance?

Because I'm telling you,
the prosecution

will stop at nothing
short of that,

and that is a plea that will
scare your clients away.

We are in the exact same
position if we lose.

I disagree.
A loss won't be a defeat.

It'll only be
a temporary setback.

Temporary?

We appeal,
again and again if we have to,

each time to a higher court.

which could actually be
preferable to an outright win.

A long, drawn-out case?
How is that preferable?

We take it
to the national stage.

We defend the cause
of scientific inquiry.

This thing could go all the way.

All the--all the way
to the Supreme Court?

This isn't
about some indiscretion

in an exam room.

This is about the right of
scientists to pursue knowledge.

Okay. I'd like to review
your opening statement.

Come on, Bill.

Not to find fault.
I just want to make sure

that you have
accurately explained

the precise nature of our work.

If you're gonna argue that we
were acting as scientists,

then you'd better
have the science right.

I'm still drafting it.

Understood.
Um...

Excuse me.

Good of her to come.
Always helpful

to have the supportive wife
sitting in the gallery.

On the way to being ex-wife.

Let's hope the jury doesn't
find out she filed for divorce.

Well, I hear
they put that on hold.

I gather there's been
some kind of...thaw.

I'll see you tomorrow,
bright and early.

The husband's
a real philanderer,

and the wife's
dyspareunia presents

as almost completely
psychosomatic.

It did not begin until she
discovered her husband--

T-there's...something,

b-before we go up there,

that I need to tell you.

W--

[sighs]

What is it?

I get the feeling
someone's been listening in

on our conversations.

What do you mean?

A-a few of the things
I've said to you

behind closed doors

have...
been repeated back to me.

By whom?

Virginia.

What?
What kinds of things?

What have we said
that would concern her?

She...you know,

just seemed aware of some
discussions we've had

about clients, assessments,

things she couldn't have known
unless someone had overheard.

I--What, Betty? Lester?
You think they're listening?

All I'm saying is
we should be aware.

Of what? That we're...
we're working in an environment

where two people--
two colleagues--

cannot confer in private?
You're okay with that?

Just--just forget it.

I didn't say this
to get you worked up.

I will not forget it.

I'm gonna find out
what's going on.

This isn't the Soviet Union.

[elevator bell dings]

Mom, come on!
You're gonna miss it.

Why does she take so long?

You know how she is
with the curlers

and the tweezers
and the lotions.

The boat's leaving now.

If the boat's leaving now,
why am I hurrying?

Because our future's written
in pencil, not in ink, Ma.

Are you sure you don't
want us to stay home?

No. I want you to leave
and have fun.

You've done too much already.

Oh, uh...hi!

Uh...

Excuse me, um...

I didn't know.

Hello?

Mom, Dad, you know Betty.

Betty lives down the hall.

I water the plants
when she's away.

But you're not away.

I got mixed up.
I thought that...

you were going to
visit your parents.

Oh, no. Yeah, no, I--
Uh, they came to visit me, so...

But they're, uh, going on
a gambling cruise this morning.

Yes.

That...sounds fun.

Yes.

Well, um, it was nice
to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too.
- Nice to meet you.

Yes. We can confirm
the 2:00 appointment.

Great. Thank you very much.

Bye.

Good morning.

I, uh, spotted
some backlogged dictations,

so I've been transcribing them.

Uh, here is the updated Devlin
file for this afternoon.

Thank you.

Dr. Virginia, before you go...

I've been reading your book
looking over the files.

There is a revolution
going on here.

The problems that you treat,

the way that you treat them
without mocking or judgment...

I have to say--

please let me say--

I could not be prouder
to be here helping you.

Thank you for giving me
this job.

Uh, well, thank you.

Oh! Duty calls.

Reproductive Biology
Research Foundation.

Uh, have you looked into Guy?

Ghee?

The guy that you hired.

His name is Ghee,

and yes,
I've called his references.

They all gave glowing reviews.

But have you done
a background check?

I want to make sure
that we know

everything we need to know
about him,

why he's so keen
to be working here.

You don't think
that's a tad paranoid?

Betty, we're in the middle
of a criminal trial,

thanks to our last
eager recruit.

Fine.
I'll do more digging.

In the meantime...

The outline for the new book.

May it rest in peace.

The note says Little Brown
is returning the material

since they've passed
on publishing.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

Call Bob Drag at Little Brown.

Make an appointment
for this afternoon.

- In New York?
- Book two plane tickets.

And don't let Drag make
any excuses.

Tell him Bill and I are
only in town for a few hours.

Oh, God, I hope Keller's
a better lawyer

than he is a speller.

Little Brown has dropped us.

Well,
they dropped us weeks ago

when we didn't show up
for the press conference.

I mean officially.

They've sent back the outline
and sample chapters.

Oh. That's very
considerate of them.

They could've just
thrown them in the trash.

Bill, I don't think
that we should wait

for the court case
to be resolved

before trying to revive
Little Brown's

interest in the book.

Why not reinvest them now?
That way they can capitalize

on any publicity
that the case garners.

- I'm sorry. Now?
- If we wait for a verdict

and it's unfavorable,

we'll look
like we're scrambling.

Before a verdict, we can
better position ourselves.

Fine. So call Bob Drag

and tell him we have
a world-class attorney

who apparently never learned
"I before E except after C,"

and tell him that,
one way or another,

we will emerge victorious.

I say that we do one better

and we go to New York

and we tell him that
in person.

But we--we're in the middle
of a trial.

And besides, the publisher
is your purview.

Yes, but we'll make
a much better case

that Masters & Johnson
are back on track

if both Masters and Johnson
are in that room.

Together.

I've already asked Betty
to book the first flight.

You just...assumed I'd go?

I...hoped.

There--there's no way.
I have to review this statement,

and, uh, I'm working
on a list of questions

for the prosecution's witnesses.

You really don't think that
Keller's got that covered?

What if he doesn't?

You know, he may have dazzled
you with his Supreme Court talk,

but... you know,
appeal could take years.

This has been hanging
over my head long enough.

A win would mean a fresh start.

Fresh start?
That's what you want?

- Mm-hm.
- Seems to me that you've been

backsliding,
more than anything.

The other morning
when I dropped off Libby's coat,

it seemed that you and she--
you two--

Libby and I are considering
reconciling.

Well, that's...curious.

Can I ask why?
What's changed?

Why would things be different
between the two of you now?

Well, we're gonna work
to make things different.

Do you remember
what you said to me

when I was considering getting
back together with George?

You asked me why I would want
to make the same mistake twice.

And you were right.

There was nothing between us

but a familiar old pattern.

Trust me, Bill.
Falling into old patterns...

can be dangerous.

Dangerous.

You want a fresh start?

Then come to New York.

We can...both reinvest

in what has always given us
the most satisfaction...

The work.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

I'm gonna put my focus
where it belongs, on--

on the court case.

But I think you're right.

You--you should focus on
reviving interest in the book.

And I'm sure you'll be
up to that task without me.

♪♪♪

I don't need prepping,
because I'm not testifying.

And I'm not so stupid
that I would reveal

Bill's and my situation.

He's the father of my children.

I don't want him
to end up in jail.

All right. But the press
will accost you

on the courthouse steps,
try to get you to say things.

You can't hide
from the cameras.

They'd rather catch you running
away than standing still.

I have no intention of running,
Mr. Keller.

I seem to remember a party

where I was left holding
a plaid cape.

Are we through, then?

Not quite.

So, some reporter focuses
a camera on your gorgeous face:

"Mrs. Masters,
your husband is charged

with pandering
and prostitution."

What do you say?

This case was trumped up
by an overzealous prosecution

bent on destroying my husband's
years of scientific work.

I am very proud of what
my husband has accomplished

and of his contributions
to science.

- Oh, my goodness.
- You know,

I'm beginning to believe
this whole thing

was just an excuse to make me
sit down with you.

And my fancy footwork in the
courtroom didn't impress you?

- I could see you watching me.
- We are done here.

How about a drink? Come on.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

I know a great little jazz club
just a couple blocks away.

What do you say?

I'm very proud
of my husband's accomplishments

and his contribution
to science.

He's definitely the spy.
He's the one

that took the photo of us
and showed it to Bill.

Yeah, but not before
he showed it to you,

which means he's not a snitch.

Well, we'll see what he says
when we confront him.

Reproductive Biology
Research Foundation.

Lester?

Yes, and who am I speaking
with?

Okay, he's not here.
Let's come back.

Lester?

Look at this.

[tapes whirring]

No, I'm sorry. The whole
morning is completely full.

But I can give you
a noon appointment.

That's the earliest
that I have.

Or we could try
for the next day.

I have a, uh, 2:30.

They've got the whole place
wired.

Labeled and organized by room,
date, time.

Why? If they were taping us
to train us,

wouldn't they tell us?

It's like they want
to catch us at something.

You might expect this
if there'd been complaints

or if we'd been foisted upon her
by a superior.

You think Virginia
is behind this?

God, to think
how many offers I had--

Boston Lying-In, UCLA,
Columbia Presbyterian.

I gave them all up
to be treated

like an untrustworthy
incompetent by a woman

- who isn't even a doctor!
- Shh, shh.

We cannot stay here, Art.

How will it look
to a potential employer

if we jump ship
not even two months in?

I don't care how it looks.

I'm surprised that you do.

Or maybe I'm not.
You spent the night together.

She's worked her many charms
on you.

Look. I'm just trying to imagine
things from their point of view.

I think they're letting us in
on a process that, until now,

has only involved
the two of them--

that's gotta be difficult.

If it doesn't get better,
we leave.

Okay.

Mr. Drag?

[sighs]

How was your flight?

Uneventful. There was
some turbulence--

I wasn't really asking.

I was being what we call
"polite."

It's a concept that may be

somewhat foreign to you,
Mrs. Johnson.

You see, showing up at my office
like this

after I made it absolutely clear
to your secretary

that I wasn't available
this afternoon

would be what we call
"impolite."

I understand.

Though I worried
that it would be more impolite

to not at least stop by
and say hello when I was

just around the corner
meeting with Simon & Schuster.

They're so excited about
Human Sexual Inadequacy.

The keep saying it's gonna be
another best-seller.

Did you meet with Mr. Simon
or Mr. Schuster?

Bob Simon has been dead
for ten years,

but nice try.

The point is Bill and I
are very loyal to you,

especially after everything
we put you through in St. Louis.

Don't. The two of you have been
nothing but trouble,

and the last thing I need
is trouble.

Did you change offices?

Didn't your office
used to be upstairs?

Excuse me, please. I'm gonna be
late for a launch party.

Oh, well, why don't we meet up
after the party?

I haven't even begun to tell you
about the new work we're doing:

fetishes, deviance.

We treated a man
a couple of weeks ago

with a predilection
for his wife's high heels.

- Wearing them?
- Copulating with them.

He'll make a compelling
case study for the new book.

What?

Too bad you're wearing that.

I'd take you to the party,
but it's black tie.

Isn't Saks
just around the corner?

How'd it go?

Well, I think they're all
down for the count.

And Johnny snores now,
which is kind of odd.

Uh...what are you doing?

A woman in my group
gives them away

in exchange
for frozen casseroles.

She hates to cook.

Want some?

No.

I'll take a drink, though,
if you're pouring.

I noticed on Saturday

that the back porch light
was out.

I thought I'd fix it.

Fixed it myself.

[liquid splashing]

You found the right screwdriver?

I'm not helpless, Bill.

Uh...

what about the disposal?

It's fine.

Bill, if there's
anything broken,

I will let you know.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

How about us?

Can I fix us?

Those, uh, three wishes of yours
were a good start.

Don't you think?

Maybe you could

think of a few more items
to add to the list,

and I could check them off
one by one.

Hmm.

Seemed to work
the other night.

I think the other night
is proof

that neither of us quite knows
how a separation works.

Is that a bad thing?

I guess not.

We're just in
uncharted waters.

So, these, um--
these uncharted waters...

Is there any chance of

what happened the other night
happening again?

[laughs]

Or...

we could experiment a little.

What we did the other night--
I gather that there's a way

that we can do it to each other

at the same time.

I believe there's even

a number for it.

♪ light music ♪

♪♪♪

I cannot apologize enough
for what happened in St. Louis.

The way Bill and I
left you hanging

with all those reporters.

It was just, well--

Don't make me relive it.

Well, the good news is
we're back on our feet,

and we're days away
from having

this whole trial business
behind us.

A white wine, please,
and for the lady...

A white wine as well.

Our lawyer, Bram Keller--
he thinks that this trial could

be as important as Scopes.

Didn't Scopes lose?

He did. Yes. But we won't.

And even if we do, Keller
assures us that any outcome

works to our advantage.

If we win, great.
If we lose, we appeal.

We become a cause celeb.

- Hello, Arnold.
- Bob.

Arnold, I'd like to introduce
you to Virginia Johnson,

of Masters & Johnson.

Arnold Ketterman.

Arnold runs things
around here.

Oh, it's a real pleasure.

Virginia and I go way back.

Is that right?

'Scuse me.

What was that?

What?

Another white wine, pronto.

♪ ambient dinner music ♪

I believe what we just did...

violates section 1-1,
subsection 010,

of the Missouri criminal code.

[both laugh]

Don't worry.
I won't bring it up in court.

In court?

Keller's not gonna put you
on the stand, is he?

Section 546,
subsection 260,

of the Missouri
Revised Statutes:

"a wife cannot be forced
to testify against her husband."

How are you smoking that stuff

and still managing
to recite legal code?

You tell me.

- Here. Try it.
- No. I'm fine.

Oh, come on, Bill.
You're a research scientist.

Aren't you a little bit curious?

All right. One puff.

I believe they call it a hit.

Do they?

Oh!

[Libby laughing]
[Masters coughing]

God, it smells
like a wrestling mat.

- Ohh...this bed is great.
- Mm.

When did you get it?

There was a Sears across the
street from the Salvation Army.

I went there right after
I gave away all your clothes.

The woman there
didn't even blink,

she'd seen it so many times.

Well, you were right to do it.

- The clothes?
- No, the bed.

It's great.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[laughing]

Ah.

So, come on. What else should we
have done differently, Lib?

- Hon--
- Oh, the sex. I know.

I know. But what else
besides that?

Come on, Bill.
We're having a nice time.

Let's not drudge up
the list of grievances.

Well, now's your chance.

I can't promise I'll always be
this open to hearing them.

Fine. Fine.

We should've had friends.

- We had friends.
- No. Real friends.

Not just Virginia.

You know, other couples
and...and neighbors.

We should've had dinner parties
and played music,

played charades.

Three words.

First word.

You.

Mm. Second word.

Sounds like.

Eat.

Sounds like "eat."

Back. Eat back.

Past tense.

Ate. Sounds like "ate"!

Rate. Mate. Hate.

Hate. You hate...

I hate charades.

[laughing]

No, you're right.
You're right.

I should've tried harder
to meet new people.

I never enjoyed it.

I don't understand that.

Well...

I don't know, I...

I'm always afraid
people won't like me.

- Why?
- Because...

people don't like me.

[giggles]

Oh, we should've had more fun.

We should've travelled more.

We travelled.

Oh, not just
to medical conventions.

We should've taken the kids
to Disneyland.

You wanted to go to
Disneyland?

Why didn't you say?

Bill Masters
on the spinning teacups?

Isn't that what we just did?

Mmm, I believe
they also have a ride

called
the Carousel of Progress.

- Progress?
- Mm.

Sounds about right.

You want to go around again?

Mommy.

Honey, did you have a bad dream?

I'm so sorry. Let's go get you
a snack and tell a story.

What was it?
The monsters again?

- Yeah.
- Aww.

The whole novel is narrated

by a guy who's being
held captive

on a planet called Tralfamadore.

- Ah.
- He's on exhibit

in some kind of alien zoo

where aliens come to study him.

He's this crazy,
traumatized ex-soldier

Slaughterhouse-Five,
you say?

I will make sure
to pick up a copy.

Will you excuse us
just for a moment?

Bob, if this is
your way of saying

that I need to sleep with you

to get the book published--

Oh, please. I have no interest
in sleeping with you.

Well, you are certainly
behaving like you do.

You're the one
that wanted to come.

I wanted to talk about
the sexual inadequacy book,

not act it out.

So you've done your talking.

Go ahead. Leave.

Why are you doing this,
Bob?

Perhaps I should just talk
to your boss.

Mr. Ketterman, was it?

Because I have a feeling
this little performance

was intended for him.

Don't. You can see
what kind of man he is.

Golf games, fishing trips,
hunting.

For some reason,
he's gotten it into his head

that I don't pass muster.

The small office,
no secretary...

he's demoted you.

Didn't give me
the new Norman Mailer,

which just about
broke my heart.

Now I write titillating ad copy
for Jacqueline Suzanne.

- I see.
- It can't be a coincidence

that it happened right after my
fiancée called off our wedding.

I-I'm so sorry to hear that.

I know what Ketterman thinks,
what all of them think.

And I can tell you
it's not true.

Either way, Bob,
groping me is not the solution.

This was a bad idea
coming here with me tonight.

Wait. Wait.

Are you familiar with the Latin
phrase, "quid pro quo"?

I'll be honest with you.

I need to take this book deal
back to Bill.

A lot depends on it.

So that's the quid.

What's the quo?

Mm-mm.

Have a little.

You know if you don't eat them,
I'm gonna.

Ever since these contractions
started,

I feel like the Hindenburg.

You're having contractions?
Why didn't you tell me?

It started this morning.
My mother said

it's nothing
to worry about.

Your mom,
Edith Schiff, MD?

I called Barton too.

He said the same thing.

You should have told me.

Well, you're never around.

And don't say you wish you were.
I know.

My mom has been helpful.

She--she...filled our freezer
with food.

And you should see
the nursery.

My dad painted it.
It's perfect.

I'm glad they're being useful.
They've been here long enough.

Have they booked
their train tickets home?

Well, that's the thing,
Bets, um...

I just don't know
how to ask them to leave

before the baby comes.

You use words.

"I want to do this on my own."
That's all you say.

They'll never believe that.

Nobody wants to have a baby
on their own.

You'll make them believe it
or you'll call them and say

that the World Book salesman
is coming

and he's being
surprisingly supportive.

I don't care what you say.
Just say something.

But I want them to stay.

Oh, God.

Just for a few days.
Just until the baby comes home.

Until it's not a few days.

Until it's a few weeks.

Try to understand, Bets.

You understand.

If I am not
at that baby's birth,

then I am gonna be the neighbor
in this baby's life forever--

at his birthday parties,
his piano recitals,

every time
your parents are around.

And what about when he's older?
When he can talk?

Are you gonna ask him
to lie about me then?

You have to tell them
the truth.

What? That I'm in love--

That I'm in love with a woman?

I can't do that.

It'll surprise 'em.
It might even shock 'em.

But, Hel,
they seem like nice people.

It might be okay.

I know them.
I know how this story ends.

It ends with me never seeing
them again, and--

and you can't ask me
to never see them again.

[mellow rock
plays over radio]

Thank you.

I'm glad to catch you alone,
Arnold.

I was hoping for a chance
to speak candidly with you.

Uh, I'm sorry.
I promised Updike his gin.

Dr. Masters and I have had a bit
of a situation with Bob Drag.

As you know, our first book,
it was a best-seller,

created a huge following--
so huge, in fact,

Hugh Hefner has just
come on board as an investor--

Mrs. Johnson, is this a--
is this a sales pitch?

No, no. This is about--
this is about Drag.

I fear that he may have
poisoned the well

here at Little Brown.

Well, it seems to me that you
two did that to yourselves.

Didn't you?

The lawsuit?

No. Bob should have made it
clear that that would have

absolutely no negative impact
on the book.

Bram Keller has taken the case,

and he thinks it could go all
the way to the Supreme court.

We're gonna be on the front page

of every newspaper
in the country.

That's free publicity for a book
that you could be publishing

if it weren't for Drag.

Bob Drag
is barely hanging on here.

He wouldn't purposely tank
a winner.

But he did,

and for the most bizarre,
petty reason.

If you even knew the details...

You going to tell me?

I would really rather not.

You're wasting my time.

Okay. All right. I'll tell you.

But you have to promise
to keep it to yourself.

We let Bob participate
in the first round of research

for Human Sexual Response.

Now, before you say anything,

I know it was
a conflict of interest.

We shouldn't of done it.

But he was so eager,
adamant.

We couldn't say no.

So, you can imagine his fury

when we couldn't include
his data or his case study.

Because he's light
in the loafers?

Hardly.

You saw the way
that he was pawing me tonight.

His sexual stamina
is off the charts.

Refractory period non-existent.

Including him would've
completely skewed our data.

No wonder his fiancée left him.
Poor girl couldn't keep up.

Bob Drag is one long
and large erection.

I don't think he even saw you.
Thank God.

Why would it be so bad
if he did see me?

You know, nothing would
make the kids happier

than if we were back together.

Oh, Bill, please.

We could be a family again.

You know how I said we were
in uncharted waters?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, well,

here's the most amazing thing
about them for me.

For years, I have been afraid

to tell you about the things
I've known

because I was afraid
you would leave me.

But...I'm not afraid anymore.

You've left me, and I'm fine.

[sniffs]

I'm better than fine.

So, you know how to
go it alone.

Doesn't mean
you have to go it alone.

But there are other reasons why
we shouldn't be together, Bill,

reasons that I am no longer
afraid to say.

Okay.

So, tell me.

I want to know.

Remember that first spring
that you were in med school?

I made all those flashcards
for your exams

because it seemed like something
that a wife would do,

and I had reason to believe
I might someday be your wife.

Ruth, my roommate, told me that
you'd asked for my ring size.

But then you called

and you said you were
going away for the summer.

I knew that it was another girl.

That was the only explanation

for why I didn't hear from you
all summer.

And, uh, I've seen
the photographs

tucked away in the box
in your closet...

you waterskiing

with Dody on your shoulders.

The two of you
about to take off together

in her brother's plane.

And then at the end of the
summer, she broke your heart,

and you came back to me.

Well, because I-I realized

that you were better for me.

Because you realized

that I wasn't going to
hurt you like that.

Because I couldn't.

Because you didn't love me.

I loved you very much.

Yes. Yes.

But not in that way.

Not in the way
that makes you want

to take off together
in a plane.

It's the same way
that you love Virginia.

Come on, Bill.

When the two of you
are together,

it's like you're...
you're in this bubble.

It's like you...you speak
some secret language

only the two of you
can understand.

But we hurt each other,
Lib.

Not as much as you
make each other happy.

Bill,

why have we endured
all this pain,

all this suffering

if not for the two of you
to end up together?

You belong together, Bill.

And I belong with someone
who makes me feel that way.

♪ emotional music ♪

♪ light music ♪

♪♪♪

Oh, Dr. Bill.

Sorry. I-I was just, um,
I was just freshening up.

Are you living here?

Flopping. Temporarily.

Until I get enough money to
find something more permanent.

This is not a shelter, Guy.

This is a place of business.

Look, we...

we've had this trouble before.
I'm--I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to ask you to...
pack your bag and go.

You firing me?

Yes.

Just like that?

No...warning?
No shot over the bow?

It's just goodbye?

Let's not make this any more
dramatic than it has to be.

I'm sure you'll find other work.

Not this kind of work.

I mean,
not in this kind of place.

Is this
about the background check?

Betty told me that Dr. Virginia
asked for a background check,

so I figured you knew
about everything that happened

over there...

in that beautiful little jungle
paradise called Vietnam.

You were a soldier.

And after four months
of exemplary service,

I was dishonorably discharged
six weeks ago.

I'm sure from all the clients
you see here,

you can guess why.

We treat dysfunction here,
Guy.

Homosexuality
is not a dysfunction.

Heh. Tell that to the Army.

And my poor father.

We've been at each other's
throats ever since I got back.

He told all the neighbors
that I got shot in the arm.

Even got me a little sling to
wear for whenever I go outside,

'cause he's petrified
that his pals at the Elks Lodge

are gonna find out
that I got sent home

for giving another private
a blowjob.

All right. I--

I can't let you live here,
but...

I'll ask Betty if she'll
advance you some money

from your first paycheck

so you can find yourself
a rental.

[phone rings]

Should I get that?

- Yes.
- Oh...

I'm gonna be late for court.

Good morning,
St. Louis, it's 7:35 a.m.,

and here's a quick look
at today's weather.

Current temperature
is 64 degrees--

Bill.

Glad I caught you.

The prosecution's sent over
a new witness list.

There's a name on it
I don't recognize.

They can do that?
Just introduce a new witness?

Yeah, trial by ambush,
but yes, they can.

I need to know
what the witness is gonna say.

Uh...here it is.

Eliot Laskin.

Hmm? Bachelor.

Lives in an apartment
in Rock Hill,

works at the
Shawnee Country Club,

before that as a bellhop
at the Park Chancery Hotel--

The Park Chancery?

He...he's got nothing to do
with this case.

Prosecution thinks he does.

Well, believe me.
He doesn't.

You know him?

They're trying to bring up
my private life to...

somehow impugn
my credibility.

Solid tactic.
Your credibility is fair game.

I'm your attorney, Bill.

You got to tell me
what we're up against here.

[huffs]

Okay, they're gonna
call him to testify

that, for the last ten years,

Virginia Johnson and I
have been...

meeting at the Park Chancery.

Meeting?

Ah, meeting.

Okay, well,
adultery is against the law,

so they plan on portraying you
as a criminal.

For committing a crime
that hasn't been prosecuted

in 100 years?

If they want to bring
this in,

it's going to get in.

Look, it'll be worse for her
than it is for you.

Adultery sticks to a woman
more than a man.

You're a doctor who works long
hours with a gorgeous woman.

You study sex together.
Of course you dabbled.

No one will blame you.

You know, it'll forever be
what people think of

when they hear
Masters and Johnson.

We won't be
the dispassionate scientists,

studying a cause
for the greater good.

We'll be cheaters,

our sexual behavior
informing our results.

It'll be
on the court record.

It'll be in the press.

Hell, in--
in my obituary.

[sighs]

I can't distance myself
from her professionally.

Nor would I want to.

Our partnership
has yielded good work,

and hopefully with more to come.

But our--

but our affair...

was a mistake.

And I can't allow
evidence of that mistake

to be following me around
for the rest of my life.

I think we should take a plea.

I told you, Bill,
a plea is the one avenue

that leads to certain defeat.

There'll be no appeal,
no glory.

But it'll be done.

Even if I did pursue one,

there's no way
Virginia would get on board.

I sold her
on staying the course.

You saw her eyes light up
when I said "Supreme Court."

I need to put this behind me.

There's nothing in my book.

There's--there's
no appointments at all.

I-I was told by Dr. Masters
to clear the whole day.

I spoke on the telephone
with Mrs. Johnson,

and she personally confirmed
these dates with me.

- You're sure, Harriet?
- Of course I'm sure.

And I am sure that you're right,
but Mrs. Johnson didn't tell me.

Can I help with something?

There's been a terrible mix-up.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson
are unreachable today.

The Clavermores have travelled
all the way from Philadelphia.

Clavermore. Of course.

I thought I recognized you.

Didn't Time magazine call you
"The Man Who Fights Fire"?

Mr. Clavermore

runs the largest
asbestos manufacturing plant

I think in North America.

And you must be
Mrs. Clavermore.

- I'm Dr. Leveau.
- Well...

I, uh, I work very closely

with both Dr. Masters
and Mrs. Johnson.

I can assure you
if they were here,

ooh, they'd be mortified
by what's happened.

Happily, I think
I can provide a solution.

Why don't I begin your intake?

Helen?

Hel?

Hey.

Hey. What's wrong?

I did what you said. I--

I told them the truth
about...

myself, and...

you, and the baby.

Oh, honey.

What did--what did they say?

Nothing.

They just packed their stuff
and left.

I couldn't stop them.

And I've been calling
and calling, and...

it just rings and rings.

They...

they must have pulled the c-cord
out of the w-wall.

I keep thinking about
this dollhouse I used to have

when I was ten.

[sniffles]

Three stories.
My dad made it.

So many rooms, and...

I'd lie on my stomach
with my dolls--

the father and the mother
and the daughter--

and I'd put them
in different rooms

and make up things
that they'd say to each other.

And I knew...

that I was never gonna live
in a house like that...

...or have a family
like that family.

My family will always be
my own mother and father.

And now--now--

And me.

Me.

And you.

And this baby.

We're your family.

And...and we're gonna
take care of each other.

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

Yeah.

All rise.

I'm so sorry.

I came straight
from the airport.

Good news, Bill.

- I need to talk to you.
- I need to talk to you.

Bob Drag is back on the book.

And I talked
to the head of publishing.

They are putting it
on the priority list.

[gavel pounds]

Bailiff,
call the jury in, please.

Your Honor...

What is it, Dr. Masters?

I would be willing
to discuss a plea

if the prosecution
would be willing

to drop the charges
against Mrs. Johnson.

[onlookers murmuring]

Your Honor,
may we discuss this?

My entire negotiation
with Little Brown was based

on the fact that we would
fight these charges

and not plead guilty.

Listen to her, Bill.
I still believe we can win.

Can you give us a moment?

I thought about it,
and you were right.

We shouldn't roll the dice.

The book, Bill.
Our reputations.

Our reputations
are gonna be tainted.

Only if we plead--

Eliot Laskin,

the bellhop
from the Park Chancery Hotel,

is gonna testify.

Keller's made it clear
it's gonna be much worse for you

than it is for me.

Do you really want
all the work you've done,

everything you've achieved,
to be thrown into question?

Now, like you said many times,

the surrogacy program
was my idea.

It was my mistake,

and now I'm gonna
make it right.

Judge is waiting.

Your Honor,
the prosecution will dismiss

the charges
against Mrs. Johnson

if Dr. Masters will agree
to plead guilty

to the charge
of sexual deviance

and to pay a fine of $500.

Your Honor, I will plead guilty
to the charge.

You're a public figure,
Dr. Masters,

so I must point out

that if you accept this plea,

you will be required
to go into that courtroom

and stand in front of a jury
and the press,

and admit to being
a sexual deviant.

Sexual deviant.

I'm a scientist who's spent
decades of my life

researching sex.

Even I don't know
what that means.

How can something deviate
when there is no norm?

No two humans would...
paint the same painting

or write the same poem
or compose the same opera,

so why would we expect
two humans

to express their sexuality
in the same way?

In fact,
if there is one thing

the years of research
has taught us,

it's that no being's
sexual response

is formed on an assembly line.

There is no shape...
it must take.

It's as particular

and individualistic as...

a kiss.

And where there is
such infinite variety,

there's no norm.

There's only deviation.

Your honor,
I am willing to plead guilty

to sexual deviance,

because I am a sexual deviant,

because we are all
sexual deviants.

♪ soft music ♪

Go out there
and say that to the jury.

We can still win
in the court of public opinion.

The charge is sexual deviance.

How do you plead, sir?

Your honor, I ask you:

how can something deviate
when there is no normal--

I'm gonna stop
you right there, Dr. Masters.

There will be no oration
in my courtroom.

The charge is sexual deviance.

How do you plead?

Guilty.

[murmuring, chatter]

I thought you were a man
who liked winning.

And yet, your client just
pleaded to sexual deviance.

It was not my idea.
Believe me.

It was his entirely.

But why?

I don't understand. It's--
it's not like Bill not to fight.

A witness was gonna
come forward.

Things were gonna be said
that would've been bad for Bill,

bad for Virginia, and...

and it would have been entirely
embarrassing to you.

Well,

I do want to put all of that
behind me.

So does your husband.

Ex-husband.

Well, that right there--
that's a fresh start.

What is your position
on marijuana?

Firm represented LeMar.

They're marijuana activists
based in Washington.

So I say legalize the plant.

And oral sex?

Um, legalize that too.

I'm a huge proponent.
Why are you asking?

What about marriage?

I've had three,

each one more acrimonious
than the last.

I don't plan to ever
stand at the altar again.

What about dinner?

My favorite meal of the day.

I mean how would you like
to take me to dinner?

Yes, please.

There are 50 reporters
from every newspaper

and television station
in the country.

Now is your chance
to do your speech.

- Bill--
- Please, don't.

No. I have to.
I have to say thank you

for what you did for me,

for the sacrifice
that you made.

- It wasn't a sacrifice.
- Bill--

It wasn't.
I did not do this for you

or Libby or anyone else.

I did it for myself.

And I'm sorry if it's
ruined things for the book.

I--I care about the book,
of course,

and I care
about all of the work,

but I care more
about the two of us.

I know that you've
always tried to protect me.

You put my name on the study
so that I would get credit.

And now you sacrifice
your reputation

so I don't get the blame.

I know what you did, Bill,

and I know why you did it.

We have been through...
a lot,

the two of us.

But now, finally,

we are back where we belong.

Together.

What do you--
what do you mean, "together"?

I mean I--

I want us to be together.

♪ soft orchestral music ♪

♪♪♪

[reporters shouting questions]

I'm grateful
for the opportunity

to speak to you today.

I thought there was nothing
for me in this program,

because, well,
I'm not an alcoholic.

But I've come to realize
that, uh,

I am an addict...of sorts.

Some of you, all it takes is

a flashing neon sign
for cocktails.

For me, well, I can pass
that same sign a thousand times

and never even notice it.

For me, it's...

it's something else.

It's a passing glance.

Fingers brushing
against my shoulder.

The linger of perfume when
she's already left the room.

Her hand in mine.

In an instant, I'm r--
I'm ready to give everything up.

I'm--I--I'm prepared
to throw it all away.

My work,

my pride...

...my self-respect.

♪ emotional music ♪

♪♪♪

I'm Bill,

and I'm here to ask
for your help.

♪♪♪